Smalltown

When you're growing up in a small town When you're growing up in a small town When you're growing up in a small town You say no one famous ever came from here When you're growing up in a small town and you're having a nervous breakdown and you think that you'll never escape it Yourself or the place that you live Where did Pica*so come from There's no Michelangelo coming from Pittsburgh If art is the tip of the iceberg I'm the part sinking below When you're growing up in a small town Bad skin, bad eyes, gay and fatty People look at you funny When you're in a small town My father worked in construction It's not something for which I'm suited Oh, what is something for which you are suited ? Getting out of here I hate being odd in a small town If they stare let them stare in New York City As this pink eyed painting albino How far can my fantasy go ? I'm no Dali coming from Pittsburgh No adorable lisping Capote My hero, oh, do you think I could meet him ? I'd camp out at his front door There is only one good thing about small town There is only one good use for a small town There is only one good thing about small town You know that you want to get out When you're growing up in a small town You know you'll grow down in a small town There is only one good use for a small town You hate it and you'll know you have to leave